Sabrina, the sweet, bubbly girl next door, never imagined being pulled into a world of danger. But meeting Julian, a captivating mafia member with a dark past, changes everything.
As she falls for him, she's torn between love and the dangerous secr...
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Angelo sat across from me, leaning back in his chair like a king on his throne. His office was grand, as expected, all dark wood and leather, with faint cigar smoke lingering in the air.
The man radiated power, and his every move demanded respect.
He steepled his fingers, watching me with an amused glint in his eyes. "So, Julian, I hear you're set on taking down Lorenzo."
"I am." My voice was firm, unshaking. "I just need the resources to finish the job."
Angelo arched a brow, tilting his head slightly. "The resources. Hm."
He gestured lazily toward the coffee table in front of us. "Coffee?"
"No, thank you," I said quickly. I wasn't here for small talk, and I didn't have the patience for pleasantries.
Angelo smirked, clearly picking up on my mood. "Always so serious, Julian. It's one of the things I like about you. But you've got to tell me—why should I help you?"
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. "Lorenzo's been a problem for everyone, including you. He's interfered with shipments that weren't his to touch, stolen deals right out from under you, and crossed boundaries that no one in this business should cross."
My jaw tightened as I listed every grievance I could think of. "You know better than anyone that he's reckless and dangerous. It's time he's dealt with before he causes more problems for all of us."
Angelo listened, his face unreadable. He picked up a cigar, lighting it slowly, as if weighing my words.
Then he chuckled, blowing out a cloud of smoke. "All valid points, Julian. But let's not kid ourselves here."
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
Angelo leaned forward now, his expression sharp. "The real reason you're doing this isn't because Lorenzo is a problem for me or anyone else. It's for the little blonde girl, isn't it?"
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I didn't even flinch, though. I just nodded once, firmly.
"She's not just some girl," I said, my voice low but filled with conviction. "She's mine. And Lorenzo..."
I swallowed hard, my hands clenching into fists. "He almost killed her. He tortured her because of me. I can't let that slide. I won't."
Angelo studied me for a long moment, the smirk fading from his face.
Then he leaned back in his chair, taking another drag from his cigar. "You've got guts, Julian. And loyalty. I respect that."
"So, you'll help me?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
Angelo didn't answer right away. He tapped the ash off his cigar, a thoughtful look crossing his face.
Finally, he nodded. "I'll consider it. But understand this, Julian—if we do this, it's not just about revenge. It's about power. If we take Lorenzo out, we'll have to deal with the fallout. You better be ready for that."
